And Christ was Born
And Christ was born
A babe
In Bethlehem.
Just Joseph’s son, they said,
And Pharisees
In ruthlessness pursued
His ministry to blind and lame and outcast
In the troubled streets.
Christ’s greater claim
Invoked their blinded hate,
Resolved they were
To see no more
Than merely man
On whom to vent their scorn and spitefulness
To death.
No more than man?
Then useless
He would die on Roman cross
And men were lost
And babe become
No more than sentiment
Exploited
By the trendy economics
Of a stony world.
No more than man?
Is not the infant Christ of history
The ever-living God
Come down to earth
To give his life
For us
By death
On Calvary?
Copyright © John Puckett | Year Posted 2024
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